The happy Buddha who was still in high spirits one second turned into a rolling gourd in the next second.

From a mad monster to a beaten dog crawling all over the ground....... This is a big change.

The effect of the Sword Mountain Descent on him should be limited, and the same is true for the Blood Sea Descent, even if the two Qi Descent are mixed together, it is only enough to attack his physical body, and it is impossible to cause such a great effect.......

"It's a magic weapon!!" My eyes widened and I shouted with joy, "That dog's magic weapon is broken!" I can't protect him!! Old-timers kill ......."

"Bang !!"

Before I finished my words, the old monk's fist had already smashed into the face of the Buddha of Joy, and before the Buddha of Joy could fight back, the power of this punch was so great that it directly smashed his head into the ground.

The neck of the Buddha of Joy was smashed long, and his whole head was sunk into it, and I could smell the pungent fishy smell from afar.

When the old monk withdrew his hand, his fist was already stained with white liquid, like tofu brain.

"Brain...... The brains are all out for you....... Isn't that a monk .......?"

"Ahhh!!h

The old monk roared frantically, and in his cloudy eyes, two lines of tears flowed down without warning, the grief in his eyes was indescribable, and the roaring sound was more shocking than any kind of crying.

I could tell that the old monk was very sad, and I knew why he was so sad.

From a monk who swept the floor and feared the lives of ants and cherished moths and gauze lamps, he became a monster who easily slashed enemies and looked like crazy........

From the Buddha to the devil, the betrayal of the Buddha into the devil.

No matter which path it is, it is enough to make the old monk cry bitterly, and he can't help himself with grief.

"Ahh!!hh

The old monk cried frantically, punching one punch after another, smashing it on the head of the Buddha of Joy.

Perhaps stimulated by this bloody and crazy scene, the evil man also roared twice as if he had lost his mind, pounced on the Buddha of Joy, and devoured it in a big gulp.

However, in the blink of an eye, the right arm of the Buddha of Joy was swallowed by the evil man, and his abdomen was scratched open by the evil man.

As soon as it stretched out its hand, it took out the internal organs of the Buddha of Joy, and gnawed on it like a treasure, and the unpleasant smell of blood spread in the empty hall underground.

Soon.

It's so fast that I can't react.

Just now, he was unscathed, and even began to suppress our Joy Buddha step by step, but at this moment he has turned into a corpse, except for some pieces of flesh scattered on the ground, the rest of the body parts, including bones, have been eaten clean by the evil man.

And the head that was smashed into the ground by the old monk was really turned into pieces.

When I walked over and looked, the head of the Buddha of Joy was a puddle of flesh foam mixed with a skull and brain.

That level of "meticulousness" is not a problem for making dumplings.

The old monk was a victor, and whoever looked at him would think that he had won, but at this moment, he was sitting alone on the side, hanging his head and not speaking, exuding a sense of frustration on his body, and his eyes were much darker.

I looked at the wicked man who was licking the "meat foam" in the pit, shook my head, and turned to walk towards the old monk.

"Old-timers, don't think about it, we have other things to do." I whispered, patting him lightly on the shoulder: "The Buddha statue is cracked, as if the monster is about to wake up." ”

The old monk smiled miserably and raised his head to look at me, his red eyes containing an indescribable grief.

"Kid, do you think I'm like a demon?"

Hearing this change from the title of "donor", I was stunned for a second, shook my head, and said, no.

"I was a little confused just now, my mind was blurry, as if I had forgotten everything, and I wanted to kill him......" The old monk said, turning his head and looking at the bloody remains on the ground: "It seems that I am really getting farther and farther away from the Buddha." ”

"The mind is a Buddha, the body is a Buddha, you didn't enter the demon just now, you just showed anger." I comforted in a low voice, "In this world of five turbidity and evil, as long as there is extreme disgust, it is very difficult for the Dharma to be liberated by the Dharma, so you should first use your wrath to deter you, and then surrender it, which is far from the real demon.......

Speaking of which, I felt a little dizzy in my head, as if I had lost my balance, I couldn't control my body, and I fell to the ground with a stumble.

When the evil man found that I was not in the right state, he swooped back, chewing on the stump of his body belonging to the Buddha of Joy, and stretched out his hand to pull me up, but I still refused.

You don't know how to wipe your hands after the fucking meal, I can smell the fishy smell before I come over, can you wipe the brain and drag me again?? There's no sincerity at all!

Sure enough, it is difficult to educate the living beings...... This quality still has to be improved slowly........

"Your breath is very weak." The old monk looked at me with some concern and asked, "Is it that the descending technique just now consumed too much for you?" ”

"It's okay." I half-opened, feeling a little tired, yawned and said, "I'll be fine after a while, but we don't have time now." ”

The old monk was silent for two seconds, nodded, stretched out his hand to help me up, and walked towards the temple step by step.

"His talisman is very powerful."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh a little: "Isn't it, it can not only resist your attacks, but also resist my descent." ”

"But why did that artifact break?" The old monk asked me in confusion, his tone was very confused, as if he wanted to get an answer from me: "The magic weapon shattered very suddenly, no one attacked it, it broke inexplicably, I see the breath attached to it...... There should still be some strength left, and it can't be broken by us. ”

"Who knows." I sighed: "It may also be that the force it resisted was too great, and it caused a great load on itself, and finally it couldn't bear it and shattered." ”

At this point, I couldn't help but laugh, my eyes full of happiness.

"Thanks to it shattering so suddenly, the Joy Buddha didn't react at all, if he was relieved, we would have a lot of trouble."

"There will be no trouble." The old monk said: "If it weren't for that magic weapon to protect him, that apostate would not be my opponent at all, or I would be able to make him die on the spot in a while." ”

I nodded, I didn't doubt the old monk's words.

At the beginning, the six prophets couldn't defeat him together, but now there is only one, how can it be his opponent?

"There's still a problem out there." I whispered, thinking of He Xigong, who had withdrawn earlier, and I only felt a little pain in my head.

That old thing is not stupid, a thief and a thief, if he finds out that the Buddha is planted with joy, everything that follows will become even more troublesome than we imagined.

He's going to be yin against us, don't think about it, absolutely.

Because he wants to release the old creatures of Supo Temple, and he also wants to find me, a descendant, to settle a little bit of the original grudge.

According to my feeling, when the Buddha died, He Xigong should have noticed it, he was not stupid, he knew that there was a lot of fighting below, and he would definitely pay attention to this side.......

But I thought about it, and I quickly relaxed.

Huanxi Buddha is more powerful than He Xigong, even that old thing is dead, and he is still dead without a corpse, so he can't die anymore, what ability does He Xigong have to turn the tables?

Unless it was relying on the monster under the Supo Temple, if not, he would also be sent to death if he brought the disciples of the old sect down.

"The statue is cracked, and the monster is about to wake up."

The old monk took me to the seated statue of Shakyamuni, looked at the cracks on the Buddha statue, and sighed: "Child, you better go first, you can't help here." ”

"What about you?" I shook my head and said, "If you don't leave, you'll die here." ”

"I can't be here." The old monk smiled and said: "Just a half-demonic monk like me, it will be a great catastrophe in this world, especially for the disciples of this sect, I am the real demon, and I will bring disaster to them." ”

I didn't speak, I looked up at the Buddha statue in front of me, and my heart was a little entangled.

The old monk smiled, didn't say anything more, returned to the futon and sat down, took out a wooden fish, and slowly beat it.

His voice was very gentle, with an indescribable sense of intimacy, and it was very comfortable to listen to.

Although I didn't understand what he was reading, at this time, I still felt an inexplicable intoxication.......

"Hey, this fat monk is really dead! You can! ”